Chapter 50

                                    

                                          
^Love that quote❤  
                          
I am sad to say that this will be the last update until around the 11th of June (Theo's B'day haha) because I have mid-year EXAMS!!! Technically they started today so I did my first one and now I have five left, my next one being tomorrow, so basically I will NOT be able to update this weekend. ☹
                          
So here's a super early update for you guys to keep you busy. Please don't pressure me for updates because I will be STUDYING and Insha'Allah I want to do well on my exams so pray for me!!! 🙏
                          
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Damian's POV
                          
"So...you wanna marry my daughter?"
                          
"Yes, sir."
                          
I didn't think there was ever a time in my entire life that I was more nervous. Especially when Mariam's parents were discussing in Arabic with serious expressions as I sat on the sofa, waiting. At least my parents were with me, sitting on either side with cups of tea, but that didn't do anything to lessen the anxiety I was feeling inside. I was never someone who got nervous easily, but as my eyes flitted across to Mariam, who sat in the armchair, clasping her hands and looking down, I remembered the reason why I was here. And it made me feel stronger.
                          
"Mariam," at the sound of her father's voice, Mariam looked up abruptly, brown eyes meeting mine briefly before gliding over to her parents, who both had unreadable expressions. "Meet me in the kitchen." He stood up and left the room suddenly, followed by Mariam, who took one last glance at me before disappearing. This left us with her mother, who seemed like the warmest and most welcoming person compared to Mariam's dad. I mean, I had heard about how strict he was, but I didn't realize he could be this strict. I both feared and respected him. Mainly because he had a great beard.
                          
"How is everything?" Mariam's mum, I think her name was Zahra or something, asked my mum with a genuine concerned look on her face, the same look many people had given Mum many times before. I could see where Mariam got most of her features from by looking at her mother, and it almost gave me an idea of what Mariam would look like in twenty five years.
                          
"Alhamdulillah, everything is great," Mum replied cheerfully as usual. "I can only thank Allah for giving me extra time on this Earth to be with my family."
                          
"Yes, alhamdulillah," Zahra beamed at my mother, before her gaze turned to me. "And you take care of your mother, don't you?"
                          
I nodded. "Of course. After all, Jannah is at the feet of the mother, right?"
                          
Mariam's mother laughed, impressed by my answer. "Certainly. You know so much, Masha'Allah."
                          
"Your daughter taught me well," I grinned.
                          
"Mariam sure has a talent of persuading people," Mum contributed. "Did she get that from you?"
                          
"Oh, I wish. I think that's more of my husband's strength, actually," Zahra replied.
                          
I noticed my father was quiet beside me, but he didn't seem tense. In fact, he seemed pretty relaxed. I still couldn't believe he let me do this. He had been against it for the first few days, but after my mum convinced him, saying that this marriage would benefit me more than make a problem, he relented.
                          
My parents made small talk with Mariam's mum, but the entire time I felt uneasy, waiting for Mariam and her father to return from the kitchen. I wondered what they were talking about...
                          
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Mariam's POV
                          
"I must say I'm impressed."